Makai Hongi

I was surprised when I was reincarnated into the Orga clan.

A ghost face approached me in front of me, so much so that I accidentally hit him.

The person who was beaten was laughing.

We didn't talk about next year.

It was a while before I found out that that was my father.

Around the same time, I understood myself.

I was born into an Auga tribe, so I thought it would be a flexing body, no.

I've been weak and sick ever since I got my mind on it.

The cause was immediately known.

I can't get the magic into my body properly.

I think my family threw a teaspoon because I was so weak.

I was left alone in the house, never looked after.

Don't die like this.

Having more than thirty years in my previous life and a few years of knowledge since I was reincarnated, I calmly made the decision that my body would not last that long.

When it comes to humans, they have chronic malnutrition.

But I don't want to die. In order to survive, you have to do something about it yourself.

I wish I could take in the magic vegetables, but there I made a certain mistake.

The demonic realm is everywhere with dark areas of magic vegetarian concentration.

When I heard about it, I stepped into the zone of irritability.

A Qi Zone is a place where magic vegetables have solidified and degenerated, and have precipitated like starch (discharge).

Though inhabitants of the demonic world, high concentrations of magic vegetables become poisonous to the body.

The Qi Zone is a place where everyone avoids passing by, but I missed hearing that part.

In such a dangerous place, I went in at the age of four or five.

The results are clear.

Before going so far into the back, he became 'ecstatic' and lost his mind as his vision swayed around. You would have been dead in half a day.

Coincidence is a terrible thing.

Someone found me out of my mind and took me outside.

When I woke up, someone was glaring at my face and I hit him unexpectedly.

I was avoided, though.

I don't know why I said that then.

"Why are humans here?

I shrugged.

You were peeking into my face, without horns, like the Auga, without fangs, like the Vampires.

A very ordinary human face was there.

"I wonder why you know humans."

Indeed it is.

There are no humans in the demon kingdom. Not even one.

We are known to have a world, or a world called the human world, but we do not hear stories of people going or coming from the other side.

Back in the last few hundred years, none of us should have seen humans directly.

"Uh..."

When I was having trouble responding, the guy just laughed a little and said, "Nothing's fine."

When I was a year, I was in my late twenties or so when it came to humans.

The look on his face made him think that if he became an actor, he would become popular.

"You are... unusual. Do you have two?"

"What...? No, more than that. You helped me?

I even remembered to the point where I became unconscious back and forth in the Qi zone.

Then I don't know what happened, but this is a normal place.

"That's right. He was down, so I brought him here."

"Thank you. If I'd stayed that way, I'd probably be dead."

"Yeah. It's still a rare talk for the Auga. There are two influences."

"Um... two, what is it?

"You see the orb of two kinds of domination."

That's what they said, but they don't have two orbs of domination in their bodies. Two types, not two. Hmm.

One is a table, and the other, like the back, looks the same and there's actually something different in my body.

I'm not sure if they say so.

"I don't have a lot of magic to accumulate, does that matter?

"I don't know. It's a vessel that accumulates magic vegetables, big and small. The vessel can also be spread out, but grows naturally as it grows. There's no rush."

You're still young... that's what he said.

But compared to other augs, there's so little I don't know if I can live this way.

On my sincere face, the man gave me a troubled look.

And as I decided, he whispered, "It's backgammon," and taught me how to spread the vessel.

As a move you can do because there are two kinds.

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(That's the principle of surface tension, right?)

The two types of vessels contain magic vegetables until they are full.

Yet they told me to try to move the magic vegetables just a little to one side.

It's all the way in, and why can you transfer it?

Transfer just a little bit of the magic vegetables and you'll only get less for it. But if you eat, it goes back to normal.

amount to that extent.

Who was transferred?

The vessel grows only slightly trying to accept the magic vegetables that are all overflowing.

I kept doing that and spent ten years turning up the vessel a little bit.

"Look. Don't go into the air zone anymore. Because you can't take in mutated magic, and it's poisonous to your body."

"Yes. Thank you...... I'm Goran. What's your name?

When I walked away, I asked him for his name.

The man smiled bitterly and told me this again in a small voice, "It's Yamato".

(... Isn't that the name of Xiao Hao?)

Yamato, the only little hegemonic king in the demonic world, disappeared thousands of years ago.

It is believed to be alive somewhere because there are still names on the tablet of domination.

It was the same name as that.

(... so it's time to immerse yourself in sentiment later, okay?

I heard it in my body.

Something pulsed.

Yamato told me that there were two types of vessels in my body.

I made it a little bigger every day due to surface tension.

Because after you taught me how to do it, I was able to be aware of two types of vessels.

I felt uncomfortable at the same time. What kind of vessel is in the back?

That's hypothetical.

The vessel on the table is for me... my memory of living in Japan.

The vessel is small because it was originally human.

I mean, because it was a human vessel, I guess I could only take in so few magic elements that I didn't know if I could live as an Orga.

Then what about the vessel in the back?

Yes, originally this body has, isn't it the original vessel?

The question I've been thinking about ever since I became aware of the two types of vessels.

The hypothesis I came up with from it.

I'm starting to wonder if that's the right answer.

"Come on, buddy."

There is no response. Instead, something came up from inside my body.